Elric is the classic good guy, always doing the right thing and always coming in last. An attack from a trusted friend leaves Elric broken and on the verge of death. Max is a mechanic with a big problem. He’s afraid of flying. When the ships leave for Earth he stays behind, content to die with mars. But then he finds an injured Outlaw. Now it’s a race to get off the dying planet and save the club. Can they return home before all they love is shattered?

Review

Wow was the first word that came to mind when I sat down to review this amazing story. If you’ve ever wondered what goes in a Dom/Sub relationship or craved a glimpse into the inner workings of BDSM this is “The” book for you. Becoming Sage, is an in depth look at one woman’s journey from a single divorcee to a slave, active in the BDSM community. Her discoveries are so much more than sexual, and the tale becomes more of an experience, than a read. This was such a well written piece I often forgot that it was fiction. Kasi Alexander really did more than put pen to paper, she captured a portion of her soul, and shared it with us readers.

For that I say thank you, and had to give a much deserved five stars. The erotic content is not for the faint of heart, and some of the play may make you uncomfortable, but that’s sort of the point. Not every experience we have in life is enjoyable. This book plays a lot with sensations and pushing pass limitations, so be prepared for things, many may find extreme. If you go into this one with an open mind I think you’ll be pleased with what you find; even if it isn’t your cup of tea.

Excerpt

I’m going to have to do something that might look really strange to you,” she spoke quite slowly, obviously choosing her words carefully.

“Strange how?”

“Well, I don’t really want to tell you in advance, but I also don’t want you to freak out too badly. Just keep in mind that I’ve agreed to what’s going to happen, and unless you hear me yelling ‘Red,’ I am really perfectly okay. Can you do that?”

“’Red’? What the—“ I started, but Jessie reached over and turned my face back to look at her.

“I’ll explain all of this later,” she said. “For now, just keep in mind that there’s nothing dangerous, nothing to get upset about, going on. Everyone here is completely okay with what happens, and if I weren't willing to do it, I wouldn’t be here.”

“I guess,” I said, patting my purse absently to make sure the cell phone was still inside.

Rutger had walked up to Jessie and she turned to face him, and there was some kind of weird energy between them that made me back up a step or two. For some reason it felt like there was a sudden intensity in the way they looked at each other, like the air between them got thick with focused attention.

Then he made a motion and she suddenly pulled her dress up over her head, causing me to gasp and take yet another step back. Except for her stockings, she was completely naked underneath. Rutger looked down her body, glanced quickly in my direction, then snapped a leash onto the heavy chain around Jessie’s neck.

Then it got worse. Rutger led Jessie, naked except for her collar, leash, thigh-high stockings and high heels, into the middle of the room, which cleared out as they approached. I looked around, aghast, and saw that everyone was smiling expectantly. Were they filming a porn movie or what? Were they going to gang-rape her? Was I supposed to stand by and watch while they did?

Rutger cleared his throat and the room went completely quiet. I felt every muscle in my body tense, as though my legs were about to take off on their own accord and make a break for the door. But, even though I backed myself to the wall and my hands clutched at it behind my back, I forced myself to stay. I didn’t think I was going to faint, but if I did, I wanted it to be quietly against the wall rather than in the middle of a crowd of people who might be tempted to take advantage of my helplessness.

Rutger looked around the room and said in his serious, macho voice, “For those of you who don’t know, my slave will be celebrating a birthday next week. Tonight, then, I am inviting anyone who is interested to come and give her one birthday swat, as hard as you want, but no toys—only hands allowed.”